A Simple Way Out

These days are dark, I’m full of hate
As I look at my pistol in its crate
How simple it would be to end my life
I’ll use my gun, not my knife
When the moment comes I’ll feel no pain
What’s life worth anyway, if lived in vain
I have no one to love, nothing to live for
I see a simple way out the door
The moment has come, I pull with my thumb
My final thought,
I never forgave my mom